So, why now?
Well, it always comes up with the closing of the year. I sit, bored, unfulfilled, aching for something I doubt I'll ever posess, but desire all the more. Its always like this, right around my birthday I feel horrible; another year alone, same old tired shit, no chances taken, no rewards reaped. It once got so bad I considered a career in the clergy. It'll be its worst on New Year's Eve, when I'll be depressed, sober, and alone, and trick myself into thinking that I can get it all together that single night, as if procrastinating the whole year wouldn't matter one bit. The next day, my optimism with the new year will rise, and I'll take a long walk down to Wright's park, breathe in the beauty of it all, fall in love with the art of life, and walk back home, satisfied with the calm I have found.
This year will be different.
Now that I've pretty much accepted that I'm not the dog faced gremlin that my brother's asshole friends made me out to be, I'm going to resolve this conflict. I've been slapped in the face, and stomped on a little, but it didn't hurt that bad, and I'm ready for more.
I have no idea who the hell you are, but I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna make you mine. Its only a matter of time...
"I just checked in to see what condition my condition was in."
This year will be different.
Now that I've pretty much accepted that I'm not the dog faced gremlin that my brother's asshole friends made me out to be, I'm going to resolve this conflict. I've been slapped in the face, and stomped on a little, but it didn't hurt that bad, and I'm ready for more.
I have no idea who the hell you are, but I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna make you mine. Its only a matter of time...
"I just checked in to see what condition my condition was in."